FICLET: SPIKE'S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE 1/1 - BtvsAtS-AU - Spike/Angel - NC-17
Lovely manip by spangels_girl
Title: Spike’s Christmas Miracle
Summary: Spike receives a very special gift on Christmas Eve.
Warning: Angst, frottage.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from the characters depicted herein or it’s entities. This is for entertainment only.
SPIKE’S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
Spike sat atop one of the more elaborate mausoleums in the old churchyard, his feet dangling over the edge. He took a long drag on the cigarette he held in one hand, then took a long gulp of Jack from the bottle he held in the other. It was Christmas Eve and the church across the street was filled to capacity for midnight services. He could hear the choir singing Christmas hymns and he marveled at how little they had changed over the years.
The small vampire took another swig of whiskey and sighed heavily. Another Christmas spent alone didn’t appeal to Spike at all and he was determined to drink himself into oblivion. A blood tinged tear fell from Spike’s azure eyes and rolled lazily down his perfectly sculpted cheek as he remembered the Christmases of his youth, when all was right with the world. He had enjoyed cutting down the tree that would grace the front window of the home he shared with his mother and had always helped to make their humble abode look festive for the season. And, how he had loved her cooking, especially the Christmas goose. It was wonderful.
But now, over one hundred years later, on another Christmas Eve, Spike was alone again and he hated it. His dark plum, Drusilla, had left him long ago for a slime demon and Angel, his sire, was too busy brooding and doing penance for his past sins. Unlife stunk for Spike and for just a fleeting moment, he thought about staying where he sat, waiting to greet the sun.
All of a sudden, the air shimmered. Spike stiffened and his nostrils flared at a familiar scent wafting it’s way past him. He knew that spicy musk and distinct sandalwood bouquet. Could it be? Hoping beyond hope, Spike slowly looked over his shoulder and his gut clenched.
Silhouetted against the bright full moon hanging low near the horizon, Angel looked like a vision from heaven. The white glow of the round orb in the clear night sky framed his head as if surrounded by a halo and the dark background of trees provided the look of magnificent wings spreading out from his broad back.
“Spike?” the soft, questioning voice of the angel floated past Spike’s ears.
Unwanted tears welled up in Spike’s eyes and threatened to spill over his cheeks when he recognized the deep voice but he willed them away. Was it really his sire, his dark Angel? He held his breath as the apparition moved slowly toward him and sat down next to him.
"Spike? William...” Angel whispered softly as he gently put his arm around his childer.
Spike couldn't stop the low keening sound that came from deep in his chest and instinctively leaned into Angel's embrace. He wanted to curse Angel for abandoning him, for making him suffer from being alone all these years, but all he could do was shake uncontrollably and whine against the broad chest.
“Sshh, Will. It’s alright,” Angel cooed to Spike as he gently stroked his blond hair. Spike raised his head and looked deeply into the large vampire’s dark eyes, then offered him his throat. Spike closed his eyes and waited.
Angel mimicked Spike’s keening sounds and pulled him closer. Wrapping one hand in his hair, the powerful vampire pressed Spike to his throat. “Drink, William,” Angel whispered to Spike before he extended his fangs. He kissed Spike’s claim mark lightly, then bit down hard.
Spike’s eyes rolled up into his head and he moaned softly as he dropped his fangs and bit into Angel’s throat. Both vampires grew instantly hard, sire and childe, when their blood link opened and they drank from each other. Angel sent his love and remorse to his beautiful boy over the link, and Spike sent all of his pain, anguish and love back to Angel.
Angel took only a few sips from Spike, then licked the wound closed, sealing it with a soft kiss. It would have to be enough until he could reclaim Spike properly. He had every intention of making up for past mistakes with the smaller vampire, having finally realized that they were meant to be together for eternity.
Spike drew long, hard mouthfuls of life saving blood from Angel's throat, needing the connection desperately; Angel let him drink as long as he could before gently easing him away. “Enough for now, William,” Angel groaned as his head started to spin.
Spike whimpered and held onto Angel as if his life depended on it, and truth be told, his unlife did. Angel literally held the power of life or death over him and Spike knew that if Angel left him again, didn’t want him, he wouldn’t survive; he would walk into the sun without a second thought.
“Is there some place we could go?” Angel asked apprehensively as he took Spike's face in his big hands and looked into his eyes.
Spike sniffed and gathered up all the bravado he had left. “Yeah... I got a place.”
Angel scrambled to his feet and held out his hand to Spike. Spike looked at him warily and rolled his eyes before taking the proffered hand. “You know I hate you,” Spike grunted as he was pulled to his feet.
“I know,” Angel whispered before he pulled Spike against him and devoured his lips in a hard, hungry kiss.
Spike moaned with need into Angel's mouth as they kissed, memories long forgotten coming back to him like a dam bursting. Bloody hell, but he didn’t realize how desperately he had missed this. All he knew was, it had been too long. He pressed his taut body against Angel, making sure to grind his hips hard into his arousal, yearning to catch some of the fire they had known before.
Angel slid his hand past the narrow waistband on Spike’s jeans and wrapped his fingers around the hot, swollen flesh inside, stroking it roughly a few times.
Spike closed his eyes and moaned before he shuddered hard against Angel, not ashamed that he had come in his jeans. Angel groaned and followed Spike quickly and he, too, was unashamed by the wet spot spreading slowly on the front of expensive trousers.
“Your place far?” Angel grinned sheepishly at Spike as he closed his coat over the front of his pants.
“Not far,” Spike smiled as he pulled his duster closed and tilted his head toward the pathway to his crypt.
The strains of “O, Come All Ye Faithful” drifted from the church across the way as they walked and Spike couldn’t help but hum along.